a little look at the last year.

How weird is it doing a reflection of a year post in May? Answer: pretty damn weird. But here we are, a whole nine months (so not quite a year soz) later and I’m finished with my first year of university. There we have it. No longer a freshaaaaa. Okay sorry for that. I’ll be rolling back to Glasgow in September for second year. Uh huh. Second year people. I’m officially 1/4 of my way through university.

I can’t quite believe how quick and crazy the last nine months have been. Undoubtedly, they’ve been some of the best of my life. I’ve met some amazing people, done some really cool things and learnt so much. I think I’ve grown as a person, I’m a lot more confident in my own personality and skills and I’ve learnt to express myself in a way that’s more me. Yes I wear pinafores. Yes I have candles. Yes I really like feta cheese and spring onions. But who cares, this is me? And I’m happy with who I am.

One of the best things about coming to university and moving to Glasgow is meeting the people I’ve met and become friends with. Through my friends here, I’ve made other friends as I’ve been introduced to so many people. We’ve had amazing birthdays (mine, Rachel’s, Tori’s, Arthur’s and Shona’s in Edinburgh – super fun weekend, read about it here) and shared so many things together. I think I’ve made some of my best friends here. They’ve seen me at my worst and at my best and I couldn’t be more thankful for their presence in my life.

It’s going to be weird, no longer studying as a first year. I think I’ll feel I have more of a right to be in the library and more of a right to stress about essays and portfolios but I’m also incredibly nervous to have that extra level of stress. Also, a fun, small note is that in second year it’s a B-something we are supposed to be aiming for not a cheeky D3 like this year. Emosh times.

It’s also going to be super weird not living in Murano. Ah Murano. The biggest shit-hole on earth. But I love it. It’s been my home. Our cosy little flat (Flat F <3) with it’s disgusting bathrooms, dark showers and sticky kitchen floor. Our rubbish cooker, broken kettle and our cheeky extra fridge and freezer. I’m super excited to move into our new flat with the girls and have our own little, slightly less gross, home.

Going to university has been in no doubt one of the best things I have ever done and I am 100% ready to continue my journey (or my academic career loool). I’m ready for summer, to go on holiday, to go to a festival and to work my little ass off at saving money so next semester can be even more wonderful and filled with adventures than the last.

Peace out (why can’t I have the peace emoji here *crying face*)